Lately all of my old boyfriends, boys I kissed, dry humped (come on I am not the only girl to have done this with a boy), or slept with have been coming out of the woodwork. It must be because they are all turning 40 and it is easy to find me on Facebook. How it works is like this: they ask to be my friend on Facebook, I say yes, and then they don't talk to me and I don't talk to them. I guess they just want to be lurkers and "Facebook stalk" me. It is odd behavior, but I say yes and friend them. A part of me is flattered that even remember me - it was a long time ago. They are all married now, with kids, and busy lives and yet they want that minimal connection.
The funny thing is that I don't remember some of them until they do request to be my friend. I don't dwell much on the past and my teen years were not my best, in fact, they were notoriously bad. I was the girl you would never have wanted to bring home to meet your mother. Sleep with me, yes. Dinner, no.
There were few boys that I was in love with and even that was more charged with sex than actual love. In fact, it could have just been dopamine reactions, although that isn't very sentimental.
I don't regret any of my past, it made me who I am, but I don't live in it. I don't have any of my high school yearbooks, I don't go to reunions, I don't have any of the love letters or sentimental items given to me - it was over 25 years ago and I am in such a different place now.
Still, I am flattered that they remember.
Photo Credit: Sam Stoner
